Juny and Gerry are chased around the Lycan Temple, to the point it's like they're dancing to avoid the touch of all the Lycans. It's become a silly game to the amused and blood soaked demons who went on a needless rampage for dinner. They overindulged in murder and death; all to punish me.

I guess I was a real threat to Onyx. That's how I see it!

While I'm glaring around the humongous Temple which looks like a Cathedral doused in red wine, I'm suddenly towed away by the hand.

A strong grip has taken a hold of my palm to pull me toward a line of thrones atop a raised platform many steps up from the bloody ground floor.

It's not Onyx who has apprehended me, but his son.

Sardonix leads me to a throne named the Throne of the Slaughterer, and as he turns to sit, he pulls me down, he makes me sit on his lap. The moment my butt hits his lap, his hands strategically let go of me and lay limp over the arms of the throne, as he relaxes into a slouch – his less-intimidating human form is what he's chosen to appear as, with leather black pants roughly pulled on to hide his generous sized dick.

I hold onto the arm of the throne behind me. It seemed to be made of blackened demon bones, as hard as marble. As I lean back, I'm glaring up into Sardonix's intense and arrogant-as-fuck eyes...

I feel... something unexpected.

Flowing into my hands.

It's steady and constant; a pure black magic. I'm syphoning it into me without doing any thing but having contact with the demon bones.

It's so much power I have to let go and put my hands on my stockings, pressing them between my squeezing thighs.

When I make a move to get off his lap, Sardonix quickly grasps my ankle, meets my eye and challenges me to even try.

"What... are you scared of me, witch?" Sardonix drawls deeply, but it's not a joke, he's seriously asking it.

"Where is Oni?" I hiss, quietly, "Does he even know I'm here –?" I hitch my breath as Sardonix starts to rub around my ankle, making waves of a different power pulse through me. His power. Straight up poison.

This Lycan in particular was bad news.

The longer I let Sardonix touch and meddle with me, the more his power would flood and overwhelm my own. I try to kick my ankle out of his hand, and when he refuses to let go, I grab a spiking rib sticking out of his throne and I snap it off with an unexpected surge of strength. With the newly forged weapon in hand, I try to stab his eye in a killing blow.

Sardonix does not anticipate me to be so violent, and he barely moves his head to the side in time.

Before I can swing again, he pushes me off his lap and I go rolling down the stairs with the sharp demon rib clutched tight in my hand.

When I land at the bottom in a heap, Juny and Gerry notice I've been so ruthlessly pushed into my position, so they run for me.

But as they approach, the Lycans jump in front of their way and scare them off. They keep them dancing out of reach. Assholes.

Onyx is pacing around in the back, overseeing everything, quietly amused by the welcome we are receiving and how we are responding to it.

This didn't feel like home.

This felt like a god damn trap.

"Don't worry, Selene, we're just playing with you," Onyx drawls over at me, pacing in his Lycan form, his blades clicking along the floors through the thick red blood.

While I'm on the bloody tiles, I look up at the roof and through the broken windows to the sky.

Everything – absolutely everything is demonically possessed in this place. Curse after curse. Death. Pain. Fear. It floods this place. It's a cage for souls.

And there is a shadow over me.

Sardonix.

I haven't moved to my feet yet, but I look up to see him standing one step above me, looking me over with his arms crossed, his fingers precariously tapping along his forearms as he assesses what he can do to me.

At first we just stare at each other in a challenge. I convince myself Sardonix is just going to loom over me like that – but when I look away for Juny and Gerry, Sardonix kneels and swipes up my arm, holding it up high.

He has grasped my wrist, of the hand that holds the weapon. He makes sure I can't slash it at him, while he lowers his head closer to my forearm... I watch in horror as he opens his mouth and uses his fat Lycan canines in his mouth, to press against the side of my arm.

I freeze up – he's biting me!

Sardonix tears my flesh with a small incision and then lets me go.

I hold my arm to my front, crying out as I inspect the damage.

It's not as bad as I first thought. It's a clean straight shallow cut, as slight as an accidental papercut – he's good at making a wound for a specific purpose... a couple of drops of blood only, squeezes out and drips down my arm to the crevice of my elbow.

"Why did you do that?" I ask him, while I see Sardonix licking over his fangs, enjoying my taste as he stands back up.

"Watch how quick your nasty beast comes to you now when he smells that blood – did you know Oni dines exclusively on the flesh of witches?" Sardonix blinks softly while gifting me with that disgusting fact.

It couldn't be true.

Before I can get up, I hear an almighty snarl come from the Temple entry and exit. It's a huge jagged opening with no doors to shut the hell out on the other side.

Three giant ferocious Lycans, caught off guard and viciously aroused and visibly disturbed, come prowling into the Temple.

Oni!

Amon!

Arma!

They look just as confused as they are raging.

Oni is looking around at all the Lycans, before he sees me at the feet of Sardonix, bleeding, distressed and now crawling toward him helplessly. I can't even call out, I am just desperate to get to him as my mark on my hip now pulses with familiarity.

Oni sprints to me and scoops me up, right off the ground, he cradles me to his chest, as I hide my face in his fur.

I smell his scent and it's delicious, it's a beautiful fae rose, mixed in with his demonic Lycan musk. He smells like he belongs to me. Mine.

"What is the meaning of this?" Oni snarls directly at Onyx and Sardonix.

When he looks down at me, I ask him in a small relieved whimper, "You didn't know about this?"

Clearly Oni didn't know we were being dragged down into hell, because he snarls with all his teeth at the Lycans now cajoling around and closer, seemingly to mock his possession of me.

"Drop her," one of them teases.

"Slut-pups are to be shared with all, Oni, be nice," another bites the air with his snapping teeth.

I look over to see Sardonix shift, slightly larger than the rest of his pack, he moves past all of them to come right for Oni.

"We thought we'd have a taste," Sardonix explains, "Before you inevitably feast and waste."

"If I wanted her dead she would have been dust long before you laid eyes on her," Oni responds, in a low conceited growl, "My bitch is off-limits," he holds me closer, as Sardonix steps forward and their wolf heads meet in a face off, both their teeth baring close together.

"I'll fight for her pussy," Sardonix warns him, "If you don't fucking share her right now, I'll take her for myself," Oni swings his head to the side and goes to bite the side of Sardonix's face, but Sardonix quickly moves out of the way and brings out his claws, threatening to engage with them instead, "Don't make me do this to you, Oni. You'll die over a bitch you couldn't share. It's sixteen against three."

Oni backs up, until Amon and Arma come to stand by him. Arma is dragging Juny by the hand, while Amon has Geraldine tossed over his shoulder, her leg in his claws.

"Father," Sardonix calls for Onyx's intervention.

I see him standing at the back of the large pack, still pacing back and forth, furious with Oni.

"You do not fall in line, Oni," Onyx speaks to my beast with absolute authority, "Lycans share their bitches. You know this. We treat them well."

"Their Marked Witches," Oni snarls out.

"Rare," Arma adds, holding up Juny's arm and shaking it like a trophy so she dances around a bit, twirling under him.

"Those who are created so sparsely," Amon also feeds the discussion, "Shall be treated as treasure – not mortal fodder. Not dead meat. They are radiant and powerful gifts from the devil."

"Look at her," Oni snarls proudly and drops me from his arms. I stand up with my weapon and face the rest of the pack with the spiky demon rib in my hands. I hold it up, I don't know what else to do. "Look in her eyes – does she look lost to you? She's as cunning as the devil."

"They are all as batshit crazy as the devil," Arma growls over Juny's head, and I see he licks her face, making her giggle.

Geraldine is dropped and shoved forward to be with me, as is Juny.

They stand shoulder to shoulder with me.

As we touch, I finally see an ignition of sorts, a catalyst to the power of the demon bone in my hand.

Acting like a wand, the tip of it starts to ooze black dense smoke, which starts to pour down into the ground.

As I smell the bitter stench, many voices whisper in my head, what curse do you want, Selene, Juniper, Geradline? Ask and be granted what you wish, by the power of Satan's Dead Army!

My immediate thought? I want to see fire!

In my mind's eye, in our little realm, Geraldine and Juniper sit with me in a circle, nodding at one another.

It's agreed.

Fire.

We speak as one, back in the Lycan Temple, "Cursed be the blood in this temple, so the blood of innocents burn and release the souls trapped in this stench of rot, free of this Lycan place."

At first nothing happens.

It's just the three crazy Luna Witches, speaking as one.

But before we can even anticipate the power of our curse – we're already consumed by it.

The floor erupts into red hot flames, combusting and burning around the Lycans, setting their fur around their legs on fire.

Even the three drops of blood on my arm burn in the magical blaze, and The Lycans are forced to sprint out of their burning temple.

I cry out at the harsh burn appearing on my arm, a red scorching wound.

Oni has grabbed me and taken me out of the flames.

We run with the wind of hell, his Sentinel brothers, taking their Luna Witches to safety as well.

They do not stop anywhere near the Temple, which is now far behind us, going up in flames.

Shit.

I had no idea it'd work that well!

It was so cool!

But the consequences...? Surely we had been made mortal enemies of Onyx, Sardonix and their own now.

Our lone Sentinels run us deeper into hell, and they jump into a black pool. We fly through a liquid new moon reflection – and we flip and rise, straight back to Earth.

The mortal realm!

Oni, Arma and Amon have spat us out, and themselves, into a naturally cleared setting in the forest, where a camp site can be set, but it's currently just empty ground filled with felled logs for sitting.

As I am put on my feet, I stumble to one of the logs and sit down to gaze at the wound on my arm.

I'm still holding the black demon rib in my hand, but Juny takes it from me, while Geraldine scoops up the cool dirt and presses it into my wound.

Her magic connects with the Earth, a calmer, cooler, lighter magic.

It heals me.

As Gerry holds my arm until it's better, Juny paces around holding the rib, entranced by it.

Oni, Arma and Amon stand on guard, looking in at us in awe and appreciation.

I look Oni in the eye.

"I knew you were all kissed by a special darkness," Oni drawls over us, "That is why I let you go... Selene... we had to think about your power."

"Thank you, Oni," I gulp, "We have never known freedom, though... not until you found us. We are in debt to you–"

"They know that," Geraldine scolds me quietly, "...you don't have to remind them."

Juny stops by the end of the log and jumps around, holding the rib at Arma, "Stay," she jokes, "Don't run."

Oni, Arma and Amon share awkward looks, unsure how to respond.

Eventually we are waiting for them to answer us.

Geraldine stays kneeling by my knee, her hand on my ankle, while Juny still holds the demon wand possessively as she comes to sit down next to me.

We watch as their Lycan cocks start to get hard and bounce up. Their gigantic wands.

"...what do you want...?" Oni asks all of us, "Don't be shy."

"Protection," I answer in turn, for all of us, "We need protection. Will you serve us as bodyguards? Will you... well... can you stay with us?"

"Can you be our boyfriends?" Juny whispers, bitting her lip.

"Oh my god, shut up," Geraldine whispers louder, "You're so desperate, Juniper – they're cocks are already hard, just relax."

"Bitch, I'm fucking hungry," Juny hisses back, "I demand they stay for us. They want us – so they need to stay with us. We're homeless now, we're probably fugitives, everyone was murdered in Selene's place and only we didn't die. We're number one suspects."

"In other words; We. Need. Protection," I say through grit teeth, trying to make it simple, while Oni, Arma and Amon are grinning at our awkwardness and combined desperation, "Will you protect us? And give us some place to live and hide? Do you have a place for us, in this mortal realm?"

We're finally all quiet enough to wait for a response.

Oni nods his head, "Protection? You got it."

"A place for us?" I ask, to be sure.

"You got it," Oni snaps again.

"You'll stay with us?" Juny asks, "You'll stay-stay with us?"

"Yes," I hiss at her, "That's what they're saying."

"I want to hear it," Juny bites her lip.

"You got it," Oni answers her, patiently – a little too sweetly. Surely that was the opposite of patience.

"We will fuck you," I answer quickly, "...in fact we've been wanting to have sex again..."

"We know," Oni growls, deeply, guttural – their three dicks are really straining now –

"See?" now I address Geraldine, "They're nice demons."

"We will regret this," Gerry is not convinced, whispering quietly, "We will pay for this. You saw what those Lycans did to the staff. All that senseless murder. Our Lycans are friendly to us. But they're still Lycans, Selene. Their nature is evil."

"I know they're killers," I reply, coldly, "I like it. They're our protection in a world that wants us dead."

"Arma, dear," Juny starts to stand up, dropping the demon wand into the soil, "May I?" she starts to walk toward him seductively.

Geraldine rolls her eyes.

Amon chuckles demonically at Gerry's continued effort to try and deny her own lust.

Amon pounces forward and grabs Gerry's ankle, he drags her back into the leaves and soil, licking over her face and making her laugh.

Juny is already worshipping Arma's cock, hugging the shaft, always first in.

Me? I am worried about what I orchestrated in Hell.

Oni can tell.

He approaches me as I remain seated on the log.

Oni transforms, shifting from Lycan to beautiful, gorgeous, giant fae with his sharp features and upturned red ruby eyes.

He sits down next to me, naked and lithe.

I want to lick him all over.

And there is no resistance in me for that thought. I want to love him. I don't just want to lust over him.

Oni puts his hand on my knee, his fingers touching the inside of my thigh, as he rubs his hand back just an inch, nowhere close to my pussy, but a clear indication of where he is headed soon. For now he is making sure I am okay.

"Why did you take so long to come for us?" I ask him, "We were waiting for you."

Oni's hand clenches my leg and releases the tension just as quickly, as he stares at my skin, my stockings, my short black dress, my dishevelled hair and running mascara.

"You don't understand us," Oni explains, "There is no us," My heart aches, "To me – you're a Favoured whore. That's all. And the way I want to fuck you, is not love. I can never love you. But I will protect you, because that witch pussy is mine," he looks up at me, catching my blue yes, "And your soul is mine," my hip burns as he calls on me with the thread he holds over me.

"So you just want to fuck me," I pant out, turned on but also disappointed.

Oni tilts his head, as he brings his mouth closer to my face, leaning down, hovering his lips over mine.

He waits for me to desperately pucker mine and reach up, and he stays out of reach, making me want him. He dances around my lips, never letting my mouth touch his, until I give up and just glare at him for teasing me with his too damn handsome face.

"I don't just want to fuck you," Oni smirks, "I want to rip your fucking heart out –"

Jesus fucking chirst.

I pull right back, "Oni – that's a little fucked up –!"

"I'm a fucked up demon, do something," Oni smiles and dives in, finally kissing me. It's our first kiss. His hand wraps around the back of my head, his lips make mine open, so he breathes with my breath, "And I will," Oni promises between kisses, "No one's gonna have your heart," his lips become softer and more gentle to the touch, "Mm, baby, that love is going to choke you, Selene."

"I don't believe you," I shake my head into his lips, as my hands run over his defined and wide shoulders, "Fuck me."

"Believe me," Oni moves in to kiss my ear, then my cheek, and then places his velvet cruel mouth back on mine, opening me up again, his tongue enters my mouth, to really taste me.

Our tongues clash together, but I love it and it's perfect.

When I have to pull away to get my breath again, Oni now holds back to simply stare at me.

His eyes are on fire.

"Your blood is mine," he states, rather coldly.

I don't know what he means.

I just shrug and nod a bit.

Oni grabs my waist, and spins me around on the log. When I'm facing away, he pulls me back between his legs, so my back is flush with his torso.

His hands move my long black hair over my shoulder. One hand slides up my neck, clearing it, before arching it to the side.

"This is how I live," Oni explains over me, "Your blood."

"I thought," I gulp, "... isn't that what vampires do? Lycans eat flesh?"

"I can't eat you or they'll be nothing left to fuck," Oni tells me, like I'm stupid, "They make fun of me for it, but the cheek of the Fae in me needs this. Your sweet blood."

I glance over to my sisters.

It's safe to say they're getting fucked into the ground.

I gulp down my jealousy.

Of course my Lycan wanted something more.

While I'm staring ahead into the forest, upset about not getting pounded, Oni slips his hand under my dress, and his fingers rub over my panties and stockings.

He teases me and I hitch my breath, arching my neck further back, wriggling with my desire for more.

Oni doesn't give me a warning.

As he strokes over my panties with his fingers, he bites into my neck. His hard, sharp and wide canines break my skin and cause the blood to soak his teeth, then his tongue. I hold in a whimper, as he drinks from me. Fuck it hurt. Oni takes his time, licking over the bite, while his fingers touch a tad lower, and press in, rubbing over my ass through the material.

When Oni is finished with my neck, he whispers over the wound and it shuts and heals.